Rise of an Empire

“Spartan”

The square immediately burst into cheers. The victorious Spartan raised his hands in the air, and red and white turbid liquid flowed from his armpits and spilled directly onto the ring.

Immediately, the guards dragged the bodies of the two unlucky guys out, and the entire arena became the main show of the Spartan.

"This guy still has some strength." The Spartan warrior just used his bare hands to catch the enemy's weapon. No one else noticed, but with Conrad's eyes, he could see that at that moment, a pattern appeared on the opponent's palm. A layer of something similar to an energy shield.

In fact, from the perspective of pure strength, Sparta is not much higher than the two guys who died just now. Although Sparta will definitely win in a real fight, there is no way the winner can be determined so quickly.

The main reason is that Sparta's reputation is too intimidating, especially after he performed a magical skill of catching a sword with his bare hands, the two guys suddenly lost their courage, and then they were killed by the opponent without any damage.

If those two guys had the idea of ​​​​killing themselves to make a living, they might even cause a lot of trouble for this Sparta.

After all, they are still two level two peaks. It is really embarrassing to be killed like a chicken.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Helkas asked in surprise when he saw Conrad walking forward.

"I don't have any money for the fight." The Duke shrugged. He naturally didn't bother to do things like sneaking around, and it was naturally impossible for him to let his dignified fourth-level master do mercenary tasks for others. So at present, The simplest money-grinding mission is to kill the Spartan Warrior.

Of course, if it weren't for the fact that he hadn't figured out how deep the water was here, Conrad would have directly looted the treasure house of the King of Crete.

He robbed the rich and gave to the poor. Now that he is penniless, he must be poor.

"That's Sparta," Helkas said with a slight tremor in his tone. It seemed that the strength shown by that Sparta just now made him lose his fighting spirit.

"It's just a Spartan." Conrad smiled slightly. Although he was a mage by profession, facing a guy like this who was just at the third level, he could beat him to death even with physical strength.

But just to be safe, it’s better to give yourself a few positive buffs first.

Hulkas looked at Conrad who slowly walked onto the ring, and suddenly felt that his outlook on life had collapsed.

Merely Spartan

Even the gods in the world would not dare to say that.

"Roar"

Seeing that someone dared to come on stage, the Spartan immediately turned around and yelled at Conrad.

An intimidating aura spread as he roared. This guy was definitely an elite warrior who had hundreds of lives in his hands.

The people next to the ring were shocked and speechless by the opponent's roar. The chilling air that hit their faces made it impossible to breathe.

But for Conrad, this kind of momentum was too much for him to even think about taking it seriously.

Along with the roar, there was also the spear handed over by the Spartan.

Although Conrad was in the ring with nothing, Sparta would not care if it was unfair that the opponent had no weapons.

For them, as long as you are an enemy, no matter if you are a woman or a child, even if you are a baby, they will definitely kill them all.

太慢

This spear was as fast as lightning in the eyes of outsiders. Everyone was thinking about how they should face this blow.

However, in the eyes of the Duke, the other party's attack seemed to be in slow motion.

Compared with the skills of Wonder Woman, this Spartan is completely an elderly Parkinson's patient.

So he gently took a step forward, dodged the opponent's spear, and then lightly bent his fingers and hit the opponent's forehead with a bang.

The Spartan warrior had expressions of shock, surprise, puzzlement, and confusion on his face, and then he fell to the ring with a bang.

That finger just smashed all his brain cells to pieces. Even Sparta, who was famous for his physical strength, could only die instantly when he encountered such an injury.

Everyone looked at the Spartan warrior who fell to the ground with their mouths wide open, not understanding what happened at that moment.

Why did Sparta attack with a spear, only to fall down instead?

"hero"

However, this silence did not last long. As Helkas shouted a hero, waves of sound immediately rang out from the audience.

A group of people who just wanted to be fans of that Spartan now immediately changed their ways and hugged Conrad's thigh.

I can't help it, people are like this these days, the folk customs are really simple.

Thanks to the strong record of instantly killing that Spartan, no one dared to challenge Conrad again, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"Brother, the King of Crete is holding a banquet in the palace tonight and invites you to come over." Helkas said excitedly to Conrad in the funeral home.

This kid is quite a talent. After seeing Conrad's inhuman fighting power, he immediately expressed his desire to be his attendant.

After three days of seeing and seeing, Conrad gradually understood the rules of this world.

Attendants are equivalent to retainers in Japan. Every big shot has a varying number of attendants.

These servants must unconditionally meet the master's requirements, no matter how unreasonable the request is, they must be fulfilled.

But correspondingly, these attendants will also receive many benefits, which can be regarded as complementing each other.

Because he still had no idea how to go back, Conrad only thought about it for a moment before directly agreeing to Helkas’ surrender.

This guy is very knowledgeable about the customs and customs of various places. He is a know-it-all type of person. He is indeed a good candidate to be hired as a lackey.

Originally, this kind of hero memorial was supposed to take more than half a month to hold, but because Conrad's strength was so amazing, it ended early.

An expert who can kill Spartan warriors in an instant is not a hero.

The Greeks these days still admire heroes very much. The King of Crete quickly ordered his men to prepare the palace and sent someone to invite Conrad to the banquet.

As one of the top ten city-states, the decoration in the Cretan Palace is pretty good, and the chef's skills are pretty good, probably on the same level as the food stalls on the roadside.

Although the Duke would never touch food made with this kind of rubbish before, but compared to the crap he had eaten in the past two days, Conrad felt that the barbecue in front of him was acceptable to him.

As for making your own food

Do you think that with his status, he has ever been in the kitchen?